viktor knows he hasn't. the king of the sulfur rail has many a lair along these rusted tracks, but the hole he's stuffed viktor in is strictly off - limits to all except mordekaiser and the devils he tasks to bring viktor the materials he works with. whoever's found their way to the entrance ought to get out while they still can.

It was a good thing that Talon had accompanied the words with a physical action, it reinforced Briar that no this wasn't food. Pouting, she didn't quite understand the difference between those who were friends and food. Having qualified people into those two categories for so long, she struggled in understanding people who weren't friends, but also weren't food. Something she has yet to fully grasp with how hungrily she stared at the body, and this mission being a key example.

Nevertheless in her pout, she stays put as the target is slung over their shoulder and Briar is left to watch and observe. Wondering why she was brought on this mission when she'd barely learned anything! All of this stuff seemed like a repeat of the basic knowledge she'd been given back when she was first made.

" So why do they want them whole? Are you sure I can't have like, a finger? Or a toe? . . or foot? It'd make them running off a lot harder! " She'd try to argue in a hushed whisper, still trying to stay sneaky, if the fact her being hungry wasn't a good convincing point she'd try other tactics. Something she'd caught on to was the negotiation that many humans go through. Trading, bartering, negotiating, all the same and it did happen in nature as well just with a lot less spoken words.

scar / injury related prompts

— @mercless

They do not deserve to be cared for at all. This is a weakness. It's ridiculous that she won't leave Talon to die, when anything they may have done - any relationship they may have had - hardly had any truth to it at all. They had lied to her, effortlessly, for years. There is neither trust nor any true bond there, and yet she refuses to leave them to die.

The work is meticulous; they had both learned to tend to eventual injuries with as much precision as to avoid them. She knows her sibling to be as skilled as she is, and that's a nasty cut. Someone got very close to harming Talon in a way she wouldn't be able to remedy alone.

Katarina hates that she still cares enough the thought of them dying is distressing.

She is gentle, in spite of herself. The cloth, soaked to clean the injury, is dabbed carefully in it, a repetitive motion to rid it of what still lingers of dirt and residues. When it's suitably clean, she starts dressing it, a glance stolen at Talon's face. It betrays little, though she can see exhaustion in their eyes.

"Will you tell me what happened," any softness in her touch does not reach her tone; this truce doesn't mean everything is forgotten. "Or will you just sulk about it?"

"Try to get it here, or below its neck next time. Playing with your prey will only work until it's had enough."

Yuumi is confused and a touch upset, “But... is friend. That’s where you bite not friends. Like fishies.” She pauses, “I only caught it because it’s a very fast friend that usually gets away from Yuumi, but not today!”

It would have been endearing were it not for those hawkish eyes.

Were they lost, aimless in Marcus' absence? Perhaps, but she wouldn't be the first person to turn to. She hasn't given them the time of day since their informal adoption by her husband.

Were they planning to kill her? Unlikely, or she would have been cold by then.

Alarmingly so, as with most stimuli nowadays, she felt nothing, just the stirring of a headache.

for vampire verse..

⋆ — Almost, as if Ezreal needed the reminder. His lips press together as a shadow crosses his expression. Ezreal didn't ask for this life — he rather liked the one he was having, actually, even though an annoying voice in his mind reminds him that he wouldn't be alive at all if he hadn't been turned. Whatever.

"Thanks, I suppose," he says, reluctantly holding their gaze for a moment before he glances off to the side. Talon wouldn't know how much of a sore spot it is for Ezreal (though everything about his response should be a pretty clear indication), so it's not like they're trying to rub him the wrong way. It's just that he knows his cheeks have a healthy flush as if there's really blood flowing beneath them because he's just fed, and the taste of blood (rich and luxurious, despite his moral reluctance) is still heavy on his tongue, even days later. "It's useful for, uh... blending in, right?" Other vampires would care about that, right? Maybe not Kayn, who's always happy to play the monster, but other vampires.

A memory strikes him, vivid, the way all his vampiric memories are, like they're trying to drive out all his memories of being human. An admirer whispering in his ear about how cute the flush on his cheeks is, asking what else makes him blush, and the feeling of their skin giving way beneath his fangs when he took a sip later. Yeah, blending in.

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?

:) you're gonna ask me that when Ira turned out the way they did—

Ok but seriously though, from the very beginning they've clung to every bad or traumatizing thing that has happened to them and had them shape their view of the world. Despite having been raised by loving parents, having an authoritative figure use them as a tool for what they wanted to achieve after sacrificing said loving parents had started them down a path they really could never recover from for a good few decades. Early on in their life there was always an underlying distrust for anyone in a position of authority and forced their hand to be much more volatile as to not fall victim to the same ploy that their High Priestess forced them into.

Now, further along in their life they at least have made an attempt to dismantle the damage done (granted, not fully because something always manages to tip them back into the mindset of that despite them trying so hard to heal from it) and use the adversity they experienced to better the way they foster relationships. But due to the nature of what happened with them, as I said, they fall back into idolizing and vilifying people around them depending on how they approach and interact with them and one misstep from someone they'd put on a pedestal will have them spiraling if they can't make sense of why they would do such a thing to them.

tldr; they're haunted by everything that's ever happened to them, even if they don't want to be.

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .

As mentioned here, Ira adores nature! It was very formative in their early years to have been surrounded by nature at their temple and they always found themselves taking care of the animals on the grounds during this time. Spring is their favorite season due to how lively nature becomes with all the blooming, fruit trees beginning to flower, and all the animals emerging from the winter to wander the world again. It's also something they grew to love from their mother being tasked with pruning their temple's garden for herbs and such to create offerings and herb bundles for the congregation; the season tends to remind them of her and the work she'd taught them to do with all the plants available to them.

I think their connection to nature even carries over into their more modern presence, for example seeing as their home has so many plants and flowers through out the space, as well as manifesting in how they care for animals with much more reverence than how they care to interact with other humans.